[...And it's several long minutes, full of alarmed questions back and forth at digital speeds, which resolve in Papyrus dashing out the door to the car. Several long minutes of screaming before Sans gets that chance, and suddenly the lighting and background sounds all change. The tracker sends more frantic alerts, revising their location, and in a car several blocks away Papyrus curses to himself and turns a far faster u-turn than he should.
Sans's phone lights up, notifications at max volume, several times in a row. As the text notifs stop, the sound of its ringing goes on, then picks itself up.]
Sans?! I'm just down the street, hang on, I'm coming.
2/2 [in the house]
Sans's phone lights up, notifications at max volume, several times in a row. As the text notifs stop, the sound of its ringing goes on, then picks itself up.]
Sans?! I'm just down the street, hang on, I'm coming.